Eva's pov
The aromatic scent of roasted chicken and fresh bread wafted through the air.
It should have felt comforting but it wasn't.
Eva still layed, curled up on the floor. Her face throbbed painfully.
Celeste scowled at Eva. "Get up!" she demanded. "You've caused far too much drama for one night. Go and set the table."
Tears rolled down Eva's cheek. Celeste was such a heartless woman. Could she not see her daughter pain?
Every movement Eva made sent sharp aches through her body. Slowly she lifted herself off the floor and as soon as she stood on her feet, the room tilted around her.
With trembling hands she steadied herself against the counter, breathing slowly until the spinning eased enough for her to take another step. The wound on her forehead had reopened, blood stained
